Believable (r.a.l.)

Chapter Twenty

Liane's POV

My eyes stay on the seat I am planning to sit at as I make my way over to the table with my lunch tray in hand. The table is all the way across and toward the back of the cafeteria, full of my 'friends'. I walk quickly over before someone takes the spot but before I can get there someone steps in front of me. I stop abruptly careful not to dump my lunch all over myself or the guy in front of me.

"Excuse me," I say before I realize it is Riker. "Oh... Riker. Hi." I greet him, flipping my hair out of my face.

"Hey, Liane. I wanted to ask you something."

I look past him at the table. There goes my seat. Another boy sat in my chair. I roll my eyes and look back at Riker.

"Ask away," I tell him, disappointed about my seat. I turn around to go out of the cafeteria to eat out in the courtyard. My boyfriend follows me.

"Okay. First, are you mad at me?" he asks stupidly. I stop in my tracks and turn to look at him.

"I am not mad at you," I say and his shoulders seem to relax more. "But why would I be?" I turn back around and continue walking. I hear him sigh behind me as I walk outside to the open picnic table and sit down. Riker takes a seat across from me. I pick up my sandwich wrap and take a bite out of it, looking at Riker.

"Well. You left my house last night so suddenly." he points out and I nod in agreement.

"My mom came to get me," I tell him the obvious, shrugging. "So I had to go. I guess she didn't want me over so late like usual."

"Hm." He just nods slowly, staring at me and letting a silence come over us. I could tell he's thinking about something important. He looks bothered. "Are you busy after school today?" He asks after another moment.

I tilt my head to the side, confused.

He shakes his head a little looking down. "I just thought we could get a coffee or something."

I nod slowly as I chew another bite of my meal, thinking about it. Not that I have to, I love getting coffees with him. He's my boyfriend after all.

"Sure, I'll go with you," I agree.

"Good." A small smile appears on his face. I give him one in return. "Meet me at my car, okay?"

I nod and he leaves me to eat the rest of my lunch.

Two hours later I make my way out the front doors of the high school. I spot Riker's shiny blue car towards the far end of the parking lot and him standing next to it waiting patiently for me. My feet bring me in that direction. When I'm finally there Riker gets into his car starting the engine before I even open my door.

"Hello again," I say as I buckle up my seat belt.

"Hi," he gives me a quick smile before starting to back up the vehicle. Once backed out, he speeds out of the parking lot avoiding any j-walking pedestrians and drives to the nearest Starbucks. He wanted to get out of there fast. I wonder why. He is silent the whole way there so I don't say anything either. I guess he wants to save the talking for when we're sitting and having our drinks.

When he parks the car we both unbuckle and get out of the car to go inside the small coffee shop. When I walk in the scent of Starbucks coffee washes over me. I take a deep breath in through my nose. I love the smell of coffee. Especially Starbucks.

I follow him up to the front counter to order two medium iced coffees with cream and sugar. How Riker knew that was my favorite, I have no idea. As he takes out his wallet to pay, I take the finished drinks and pick out our seat in the back corner. The only place where it is quiet and less people are seated.